Humble Narcissist の小説・ストーリー

“Did I shock you?” “I…no…I…” “I couldn't make a lady wait and decided to come in early. You are impressed, right? Well, that is how perfect I am. Besides my looks and wealth, I hate to admit it, but I could be humble like this too.” He wasn't just a sociopath but a narcissist. What on earth have I gotten myself into? “Yes…” I managed to answer. “Let's go grab some lunch. I'm quite hungry.” He opened his arms and nodded me on and I linked in my trembling one.

There are a lot of women in X city, who was willing to throw themselves in his arms. “Mr. Carter, you seem to be overly confident. I suggest you buy a mirror and take a look at yourself.” I said. “There is no need to check. No man is as handsome as me in the X city. So, if I’m interested in you, you should be extremely honored!” I left speechless and felt uncomfortable after listening to what he said. This was the first time I realized that he was so shameless. He is simply a narcissist!’ At first, my impression of him was that he was steady and wise, exuding the cool and noble demeanor of a scion.

" What does this man think of himself? I gave him a dirty look hating his smiling face more than anything. "I know you won't listen to me but here's a piece of advice anyways. Please stop being narcissistic because I will never sleep with a demon. I was under the impression that you're just an egocentric man but didn't know you are a pervert as well." He immediately looked at me fiercely with an offended look. His expression changing faster than my thoughts. "Pervert? I'm a pervert?"

The very notion repeats itself in my mind ad nauseam. “You got a fucking problem mate?” the loathsome creature snaps, the malicious odour around him intensifying as his mind runs through all the contemptible yet hilarious ways he would love to put me in my place. It amuses me how the most sadistic of humans are also the most stupid. Their inability to feel humility or empathy gives them a warped sense of self; a grandiose reflection that impedes them from seeing the dangers they willingly put themselves in. Dangers I feel no compulsion to warn them about.

He could not stand being humiliated in public. He was a narcissist that admired himself. He would do anything to get rid of anything that made him look like a fool. The Empress was excited to see him fall into her plans so easily. She chose to tell him who the groom was. It would fall into her plans if he believed the Miyon prince to be a heinous criminal.

They really had to re-evaluate their impression of Mike Extremely disgusted and annoyed by his narcissistic attitude, Anna had an urge to puke. "Mike Cobby, it's good to have some shame, but it's such a pity you don't have any. Confidence is a good thing, but narcissism isn't. Even when you're just standing in my field of vision, I already feel like it's hurting my eyes. Would I even want to be with you? I already have someone better so why would I even bother with an imbecile like you!" How conceited he had to be to think she would still like him?

PERSONALITY : kind-hearted, timid, scaredy-cat, loves people and cares a lot, hates violence and bitter things, gets manipulated easily, and stutters a lot as a habit. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...°

I won't believe it until she tells me who she is herself. "Would you look at this, men? The monster fell in love with the one person who has killed more of his kind than all of us together ever could," the old man laughs, and his minions join him. I knew there was something wrong with that son of a bitch the day we met him in the woods. That's not a father; that's the behaviour of a sick, twisted narcissist.

"Why were you merciful to Vivian though? You could have completely destroyed her. Sent her to prison. Ruined her life. But you didn't." Nath considers his answer carefully. "Because Mike is a narcissist. He's manipulative, knows how to find people's vulnerabilities and exploit them ruthlessly. Vivian isn't inherently evil. I could see that. Mike found her loneliness, and weaponized it against her. He controlled her.

Every word was a dagger, sharp, brutal and meant to shred me from the inside out. And yet beneath his fury, I saw it: the fragility. The way his ego cracked when I didn’t mirror his story back to him. He wasn’t just angry. He was desperate to preserve the fantasy he lived in. Max was dangerous in the way only narcissists were: untethered from reality, convinced that his wraped version of the truth was the only truth. “Max,” I whispered, clutching my stomach tighter. “If you hate me, fine. But don’t take it out on my child.”